Tangerine

And I never thought that I'd save my praise

For the song-less prayer for the opulent days

When I met my maker, looked him in the face

For the lost return of my childhood haze

And I never thought that I'd meet my match

In a parking lot outside the pumpkin patch

With your auburn hair, the way you tied it back

So I left my date, didn't even look back

Never believed anything I was told

'Cause my mother left when I was twelve years old